The getaway

            I want to break free. Just me, myself and I. I want to go away, I want to forget everything for two-three days, but that's impossible now because I have to stay here, "rooted" in reality. 
I want someone like me. Where are you, impossible man? Soon, you and me! We’ll watch the colors of the sky slowly change , hear the song of the wind, sing along with your guitar some rock ballads and fall asleep holding hands on some empty land, trying to figure out what to do next. I think, this is what is called love, pure love or a simple shit for just three-four days or for three-four hours. Hours of sleep. Dreams.
Take our dreams and hopes and light them up in a big fire. And then, when the morning sun hits us with its light, we would get up and ride again until we find a cheap hotel where to spend the night, not having a care in the world what will happen to us the next day. And we would spend that night losing ourselves in each other, it would be perfect, I would feel that I live long after. I’m dead now, but it’s okay because I still can dream and hope. And that’s make me feel less human. We’ll drink at 3 a.m. and we’ll smoke our childish fears. We’ll be happy going back to when things were simple and we could  be free and nobody would tell us what to do and how to smile and how to walk and talk.  We’ll be happy being as free as birds. I know we will. In the middle of the night I’ll sing you a lullaby and you’ll fall asleep in my small arms, what else would we need? I’m waiting for you to come and save me. 
 “Save me from the nothing I’ve become.”